The Final Inning. The Home Stretch. The Last Yard. (Why do we have so many sports metaphors?)

My conferences and poster presentations are done! (Except for an on-campus presentation to UW-Parkside faculty and staff on the 8th.) Now I can dig into my term projects. I'll have more to say about how that all went and what I learned from it, but that will have to be later on.

I have three ten to fifteen minute presentations, two term papers, and a senior portfolio to put together in about a week. I've never been this close to the end and had so much to do. This has also been, by far, my most distracted and disorganized semester in classes, and I feel a little bad about that. Especially in my history class, where I just haven't been as involved in readings and discussions as I should have been.

But as Lisa​ has said, this semester has been about other things, and that's ok. Here I am now, and the end is in sight.

Strange Car on the Road

I passed a strange car on the way home today. It was a Crown Victoria in black and white police paint. There was a spotlight on the driver side A column. As I got closer, I noticed the license plate read "FUZZ," which seemed a bit strange. I decided it likely was not a police car and closed the distance in the left lane so I could read the text on the back quarter panel that would typically say something like "To serve and protect." This car read "To punish and enslave."

I have to wonder how often the driver gets pulled over.

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Ah, apparently this is a Transformers thing.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barricade_%28Transformers%29

I still wonder how often the driver gets pulled over.